Salvation of a saint

It has been over 2 years since I laid my hands on this new age book of crazy-woman-turned-killer thriller genre by Kiego Hagashino. Though, I must say that I found this story a lot more acceptable than others of its kind (eg. Gone Girl), but more on that later. However, though I do not remember all the details of the story, I can clearly recollect 2 things : the main plot and how I felt while reading the book. I had felt quite impressed by the sheer fact that a woman can go to such an extent to take revenge. And more so, I was baffled by the even more resolute detective Ms. Utsumi. These two women prove one thing – that will power is a pre requisite when you have a goal in mind. And it was with sheer will power that I resisted from checking the climax in the last page each time I turned a page.

Here I’d like to add a note on how this book differs from Gone Girl. Unlike the latter, at least Ayane of this story has a solid reason behind what she is doing – being deeply wounded by the acts of her husband, she takes an extreme step of murdering him. However, in the case of Gone Girl, well, if you have read it, then you’ll probably understand what I mean.

Coming back to this book, it is an extremely gripping one, which you will understand when you will be holding on to the covers of the book tightly as you travel along the story. So whatever be your favourite genre – thriller, romance, history, classics or anything – this little romantic(!) thriller is sure to satisfy your reading taste buds!!

Gently falls the bakula

The first 20160520_102025book I picked up as I entered the library after a long hiatus of 3 years (thanks to my CA studies), was Gently falls the bakula by Sudha Murthy, wife of renowned industrialist Narayana Murthy. So here are my thoughts on it.

A gentle refreshing read, which reminds us of how every couple needs to accommodate the ambitions of each other while taking utmost care of not jeopardising the other’s. Set in the 1980s, the story is still relevant to date where climbing the corporate ladder and focusing on materialistic needs has become the way of life. The author has not narrated the story, rather she has weaved an exquisite tale of folklore, village traditions, city life and history, all into this one book.

Every Indian will resonate with many of the events in the book especially the boy-girl rivalry which is inevitable in all co-ed schools. As the story reaches the climax, the readers will breathe a sigh of relief as though they have themselves been released from the shackles of suffocation. I would like to end by saying that this book will serve as a ringing alarm for all those who take their home makers for granted while they are busy making it big in the business world.